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Insomniac Dreams
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High School Whispers into deaf ears, unseen by blind eyes.
A pessimistic wish for peace that falls unnoticed onto white linen.
Stained glass tears, cries that need tuning, and quivering lips that speak lies.
Only time will tell.
Only time can heal the open wound that it makes.
Only.
If only...
If only...
stop playing if.
